Chapter 227: The Best Bestie In The NationTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The production team had planned their stay at Hilton, so Tong Hua went with them and would only return at night. Shen Qianshu was feeling a little bit of jet lag after being on the plane for a while, but she could not fall asleep. She remembered that she did not bring any clothes, so she drove Xiaomei’s car to a nearby shopping mall to get herself some clothes and skincare products. When she returned to the hotel, she washed her clothes and threw them in the dryer. It was only then when her mood slightly changed for the better.

In the evening, Lin Xiaojuan brought Tong Hua over. When Tong Hua saw Shen Qianshu, he was as happy as a lark. He ran into her arms and said, “Mommy, I miss you so much.”

“I miss you so much too.” Shen Qianshu kissed Tong Hua on the forehead and pulled him up slightly.

Lin Xiaojuan said, “Don’t do that, he’s heavy now.”

“I’ve grown taller too.” Tong Hua gestured his height to her and looked proud of himself. It was as if he was wis.h.i.+ng that the entire world could see that he had grown taller.

“Oh, that’s great.”

“Mommy, stay with me for a few more days, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tong Hua signed a heart shape to her ecstatically. Shen Qianshu took a quick glance at Lin Xiaojuan, but Lin Xiaojuan remained silent. Seeing this, Tong Hua was extremely understanding. “Mommy, I’m going over to find ‘Movie King Gu.’”

“Go on.”

When Tong Hua left, the entire room became silent instantly with Lin Xiaojuan and Shen Qianshu looking at each other. Finally, Qianshu walked over and gave her a hug, and Lin Xiaojuan’s tense emotions finally disappeared. She finally cooled down, and her eyes turned red.

“Qianshu, it hurts…”

“I know,” Shen Qianshu said. She understood the feeling of being treated coldly and the feeling of loss. In the past few years, she had lost too much. She could imagine what Xiaojuan felt. She knew that Xiaojuan loved Yan Jianming very much, so much that she made herself feel inferior sometimes.

A strong woman like her had to endure such a thing.

Lin Xiaojuan hugged her and bawled her eyes out in sorrow. Her two arms gripped onto Qianshu’s clothes tightly. She tried her best to control herself, but it was to no avail. She had already broken down in her heart a long time ago, but she just had not found a venue to relieve her emotions.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you.” Shen Qianshu rubbed her shoulders lightly. It was just like when they were in high school, when Lin Xiaojuan was bullied. Shen Qianshu always said in a fearless tone, “Don’t worry, I’m here for you!”

After they graduated, Lin Xiaojuan changed from being the protected one to a protector. She watched over Qianshu and her son.

Others knew that she was a tough manager, but Shen Qianshu knew that deep down, Lin Xiaojuan was a little girl. Some things just did not change. Xiaojuan’s family was well-off, and if it was not for her, Xiaojuan would not have been dealing with so much in society while studying the moment they graduated from high school.

She owed Xiaojuan so much, and that was why she wanted to kill Yan Jianming when she found out that he had cheated on her.

She had even once been jealous of Yan Jianming.

The pair of besties were very close, and they had once joked that they would just live their life raising Tong Hua together. However, ever since Yan Jianming entered their life, the two were restrained by a lot of things. There was a period of time when Xiaojuan could not shut up about Jianming. In a moment of anger, Qianshu wished that they would break up sooner, and she said that Yan Jianming was unreliable and just a little boy who was flirtatious. Unfortunately, it had all come true.

Lin Xiaojuan cried for a whole twenty minutes, and her eyes were swollen like little walnuts. Shen Qianshu did not utter a single word. She kept her company silently and took some beers out from the fridge. While doing so, she saw the trash bin that was filled with empty beer bottles that Xiaojuan had not had enough time to put away.

In the past few days, Xiaojuan did not drink little.

She had been covering up her sorrow for almost a year.